Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Viajero, artist - Seguridad Social.
Date of issue: 14.10.2013
Song language: Spanish
El Viajero(original) |
A la vida guiara constantemente |
Ante el paso imperturbable esta el reloj |
Bajo las mismas razones pertinentes |
El viaero conociendo la ciudad |
Cabe ver la noche el sol y tierra extraña |
Con la firme persistencia como pies |
Contra la luz pegajosa y aledaña |
El viajero conociendo la ciudad |
De su via ha extraido la arrogancia |
Desde luego su camino es poseer |
En su ruta no hay inercia e ignorancia |
El viajero asimilando la ciudad |
Ciudad y otra ciudad |
Gastando su inquietud |
Comprando libertad |
Cuando el bolsillo le da? |
Entre risas, añoranzas y recuerdos |
Hacia cada sensacion que conocer |
Hasta la ultima aventura exprime cuerdo |
El viajero asimilando la ciudad |
Para que no caiga el sueño adocenado |
¿Por que nuevas posiciones correra? |
Segun controle el viento rachead0 |
El viajero abandona la ciudad |
Ciudad y otra ciudad |
Gastando su inquietud |
Comprando libertad |
Cuando el bolsillo le da |
Vino, tabaco y caramelos |
Quiere el viajero |
Un caramelito |
Una chocolatina |
Un poquito gasolina |
Para que me ande el carrito |
Y si tu quieres te invito |
Por el campo a pasear |
0 bien nos vamos al mar |
Que alli me espera un barquito |
De vela porque soy el capitan |
Que vengas, vengas te digo, digo, digo |
¡Vamos a gozar! |
¡Arriba! |
Y conocio a una muchacha |
Que era como una piragua |
Que nadaba entre dos aguas |
Y se las daba de macha |
Y bailando una guaracha |
Se fue quitando el vestido |
Pero llego su marido |
Que estaba cortando caña |
Y se vinieron «pa» españa |
Si bien lo tengo entendido |
Y recorrio muchas millas |
Por eso sabe que vive |
Estuvo por el caribe |
Y recorrio las antillas |
Y me conto maravillas |
De viajes por tierra y mar |
Yo no hacia mas que escuchar |
Con un profundo respeto |
Secretos que son secretos |
Y no los voy a contar |
¡Vino, tabaco y caramelos! |
¡Sabrosura ese! |
Sin temer presagio alguno desgraciado |
Sopena como inocua realidad |
Sobre la luz encarnada hierve el hielo |
Tras la pista siempre existe su verdad |
(translation) |
To life will guide constantly |
Before the imperturbable step is the clock |
Under the same relevant reasons |
The traveler getting to know the city |
It is possible to see the night the sun and foreign land |
With the firm persistence as feet |
Against sticky and surrounding light |
The traveler getting to know the city |
From his life he has extracted arrogance |
Of course his way of it is to possess |
In his route from him there is no inertia and ignorance |
The traveler assimilating the city |
City and other city |
Spending your restlessness |
buying freedom |
When the pocket gives? |
Between laughter, longing and memories |
Towards every sensation to know |
Until the last adventure squeezes sane |
The traveler assimilating the city |
So that the ordinary dream does not fall |
For what new positions will he run? |
According to control the gusty wind |
The traveler leaves the city |
City and other city |
Spending your restlessness |
buying freedom |
When the pocket gives |
Wine, tobacco and candy |
wants the traveler |
a candy |
a chocolate bar |
a little gasoline |
For me to walk the cart |
And if you want I invite you |
Through the field to walk |
0 well we go to the sea |
That there is a little boat waiting for me |
Sailing because I am the captain |
Come, come, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you |
Let's enjoy! |
Up! |
and met a girl |
That she was like a canoe |
That she swam between two waters |
And she gave it to them macha |
And dancing a guaracha |
She took off her dress |
But her husband arrived |
that she was cutting cane |
And they came «for» Spain |
Although I understand |
And traveled many miles |
That's why she knows that she lives |
She was in the Caribbean |
And toured the Antilles |
And he told me wonders |
Of travels by land and sea |
I did nothing but listen |
With deep respect |
secrets that are secrets |
And I'm not going to count them |
Wine, tobacco and candy! |
Yummy that one! |
Without fearing any unfortunate omen |
Sounds like an innocuous reality |
On the incarnated light the ice boils |
Behind the track there is always its truth |